“I want to make you laugh, Human. Hearing your laugh is my highest obsession. And your smile, too. And for some faeborn-cursed reason, I’m fascinated by your lack of evil—” “Aaaaaand back into the closet you go,” Shayne said, yanking Cress back by his shoulder. “I guess it’s not worn off yet.” Cress growled but didn’t object. “I thought I was okay to see her, but I’m not,” he muttered to Shayne. He glared at Kate this time. “You did this.” He pointed to his own head.
